no such thing as a free lunch


The High Line in Manhattan.


Renita double-dutching, with her sister, Alison, and Mr. Appalachia manning the ropes, over at Prospect Park the other weekend. An intimidating pastime.


When Val and Verena came into town for an afternoon, Val demonstrated how to sneak dogs (in this case, Udon) into galleries, in the Red Hook, Brooklyn area.


Assorted thawing and rotting meat and cheese, in Brooklyn. Oddly, the same afternoon I found this box filled with homemade “ground venison with pork” and stuff, Pam, texted me a picture of some slabs of meat that were scattered on the sidewalk in front of her apartment over in Chicago (because it made her think of me). One of those meaty kind of days in summer, not vegan-friendly.


Sarah Sze’s impressive and high-profile birdhouse installation in the newly-opened phase II of the High Line in Manhattan. Certainly in a different league of sculpture, compared to the bird habitats my friends and I have been building along the Gowanus over the past few years – this High Line piece’s strongly skewed perspective lines and combination of modern/minimal nooks and feeders is drawing a lot of attention, from both passersby and birds themselves. This guy was kind enough to pose for my Yashica T4.


“GET HIM ON THE LINE.”


Mike’s Linus bicycle, in patriotic mode, in Prospect Park. It’s not summer in New York without bicycles and park time. Speaking of Mike, he’s premiering in a film tonight (Sat, July 16) being screened at the Anthology Film Archives in the East Village, at 10PM, called The Warm War. Definitely check him out if you’re around.

• Quick thanks to Big Joseph for dropping off some film for me over in Greenpoint, I appreciate it!


Medical advertising in Chinatown, Manhattan. “Excellent Results in Pain Relief, Asthma, Facial Paralysis, Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, Stress, Fatigue, Gyn. Complains, Etc.”

likely it’s more of an exit strategy

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Downtown Brooklyn.

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To say my neighbors have let the place go a little bit would be an understatement.

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The High Line in Manhattan, looking east.

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Mark, pictured here, and Brad (on the left in the first photo), both architects, came into town from Seattle to hang with Jenn and I for a few days.

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After being repelled by a super-long line on Friday night, we returned on Saturday night to Fette Sau in Williamsburg with a vengeance.  As has been stated before, the beef brisket is stellar.  The pulled pork is a close second, but that’s only with the vinegar-based sauce also added.

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Autumn is in full swing, with fallen leaves, pumpkins, and hearses all over the place.  The street-side weeds I’ve been keeping a close eye on for the past few months may have to go into hibernation for a few months, New York may be due for a cold one this year.